*Let's pretEND - We're not at the END...*

Vegeta: I hate you so much.

Ohne dich. Kann ich nicht frei sein. Ohne dich. Endlos high sein. Ohne dich bin ich allein. Ohne dich. Kann ich nicht fliegen. Ohne dich. Endlos lieben. Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein.

To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.

I would rather sit here and bleed out than talk about feelings

A szarkazmus a legjobb mód arra, hogy kimondjuk az igazat, de mégsem.

“Vannak helyzetek,amikor érezni a ki nem mondott gondolatokat”

You’re allowed to scream, you’re allowed to cry, but do not give up.

I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. But I’ve finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don’t have to hide it and I don’t have to fix it. I’m not broken.

I am convinced that different people bring out different sides of you.

There are two types of ‘tired’, I suppose. One is a dire need of sleep, the other is the dire need of peace.